big devil holmes

Chapter 452 I saw it

Countless facts have shown that Sherlock is not a kind person, let alone a person with lofty ambitions. He doesn't even bother to talk about words like the future of the race or glory.

Compared with Moriarty, they are two completely opposite extremes.

I don’t know how these two guys got together.

Therefore, according to countless precedents, it is impossible for Sherlock to listen to Ms. Lilith's ideas at this moment. After all, the hatred between the two worlds that has been entangled for centuries has nothing to do with him. His current mood should be It's very bad. He has been chased for more than a year, and he is very narrow-minded. So how should this account be settled?

He should just tear the woman in front of him alive.

But he didn't.

No one could understand what he was thinking.

If Emperor Augustine had known about it, he would have been so angry that he would have crawled out of the coffin and cursed!

Damn it, I didn’t provoke you, I didn’t mess with you, you came all the way to my hometown to kill me, this bitch across the street wants to chop off your arms and legs and use them as a guinea pig, and has been chasing you for a year, and now She is right in front of you and you don't do anything? !

Okay, this is indeed a bit of a double standard.

"Also, why do you think that this war that has lasted for centuries will change because of me? In my world, I am not a person with status. In fact, I don't even have social security funds. No."

Sherlock said angrily.

"You don't have social security benefits here either. But you endured the pressure of the whole world trying to kill you and lived for more than a year.

Now, the world can't keep you.

I don’t know what kind of status the traitor No. 30 had after returning to your world more than years ago.

But I think that after you cross the rift in time and space again, your identity will definitely change slightly.

Ending this war is not a question of whether you can, but whether you want to. "

Lilith said.

In the distance, the roar gradually came.

The overwhelming army was finally arriving. Sherlock turned around and took a look, but said nothing.

Ms. Lilith stepped aside and made a "please" gesture lightly. This woman who had been trying to catch each other every moment in the past year actually stepped aside in front of the rift in time and space. , asking the other person to pass in front of her, and once she leaves, she will no longer be able to catch the other person.

This wonderful contrast makes people feel incredible, but it is also reasonable.

"Are you really not going to use any insidious ideas to kill me at this juncture?" Sherlock asked, faintly, and it seemed that he still felt a little unfinished.

"There's not enough time, otherwise we can still play for a long time." Lilith smiled, and Sherlock once again saw the shadow of Nightingale on her face. He didn't know that so long had passed. How are those people doing?

"Okay, let's go."

"Goodbye then." Sherlock waved casually.

"Of course, we'll see you again."

These were the last words between the two people. Sherlock sped up a little, and then jumped directly over the large building complex, followed by the huge-looking red figure behind him. In front of the incredibly huge size of the space-time rift, it suddenly became so small that it seemed invisible.

After a long period of avoiding, hiding, fighting, bloody rain, and countless smoke and fire pursuits, at the last moment, he passed through the dark curtain so calmly and comfortably.

Sherlock. After 411 days.

Heading towards the gate of hell again!

Then, he began to walk into the darkness. Chariots and planes filled the sky behind him, roaring and rushing toward him, but no one dared to get close. He turned back, smiled, and felt his vision gradually distorting, a kind of It felt like the crooked air refracted by the high temperature of the fire was blurring in front of his eyes, but he was still extremely free and easy. With a sense of ridicule, he stretched out two fingers, tapped them between his eyebrows, and then quickly moved forward.

Goodbye, this world.

Finally, the darkness swallowed him up, then spun and fell. There seemed to be a vortex in the middle of the endless void, sucking him in silently.

In this rift in time and space that spanned nearly a thousand years, the concept of time was completely useless. Sherlock just felt that he had gone through a dark and long journey, sleeping and waking up, waking up and sleeping again.

Until a small white light spot appeared in his sight.

In an instant, he felt the gravity that he had not seen for a long time, and he felt that he was quickly smashing towards the white light spot. Of course, it was not a light spot.

But a piece of white snow.

This process is so wonderful. Anyway, Sherlock fell out of the gate of hell with a snap, and then fell on a handful of white snow on the Antarctic continent.

Immediately afterwards, there was a louder "plop" sound, and Crimson also fell out, and then fell face down next to him.

These two guys had been falling in the darkness for too long, and they still didn't realize it. They just stood up in a daze and looked around.

Sun, strong wind, ice and snow, deadly cold

They are back.

After going through countless hardships and obstacles, they finally passed through the gate of hell and returned to their own world again.

This is of course something to be thankful for and worthy of cheering.

But looking at the densely packed demons around him, and finding that each of those demons turned in his direction in confusion, and then stared directly at him, Sherlock had a forced smile on his lips.

"Crimson! Kill them!" Sherlock said.

"Are you fucking crazy? There are so many, how can you kill them?!"

"You know, why don't you run away?!" Sherlock shouted angrily!

The 12th new military base on the front line of the Expeditionary Force.

A Zeppelin landed slowly, and several servants of God walked down surrounded by soldiers and ascetics.

After half a month of time change, the long polar night has passed, and the sky finally showed a rare clear sky. In this cold area, the vast and empty sky seems to have never had clouds, but the white sunshine has never It doesn't carry any temperature, it just splashes on the white snowfield out of boredom, and then fills in an extra shadow for things big or small.

In this military base, there are soldiers, combat commanders, crusaders, and devout believers of the Holy Light. However, after seeing another group of servants of God stepping off the airship, they should have been delighted, reverent, and even possessed. The mood of kneeling and worshiping has long gone.

Some, just silence.

Because these people had a manuscript in their hands, they copied the text on an ancient parchment in the Holy Light Temple. It recorded that a handful of people since the Holy Calendar had offended the Holy Light and were punished. Capital punishment person. Among them, one person also killed a servant of God.

In fact, it was not a [kill] at all, it was just an accident that resulted in the death of a servant of God. Later, the servant of God died due to excessive blood loss, but no matter what, he died after all, so this person was also thrown into He reached the bottom of the blood prison, suffered unimaginable torture, and finally died in pain.

Well, when Sherlock was soaked in the blood prison, among the bones and scum, broken flesh and blood, there should be part of this big brother.

But the crime Watson committed this time was much more serious than that. He nakedly touched the neck of a servant of God.

Moreover, he had been in the blood prison before, and he was one of the few people who could walk out of the blood prison alive, so the Holy Light Temple would definitely not throw him into the blood prison again.

In the detention room of the camp, the servant of God who had broken one hand came to the door and looked at the man inside through the iron window.

"The people from the temple are here to pick you up." He said calmly, but there was a coldness in his tone that couldn't be hidden.

Watson ignored the other party and just sat quietly.

"You may not know what kind of punishment you will face. Skinning, cramping, boiling your flesh and blood bit by bit with boiling water, then scraping them off, and feeding you. These punishments are too light."

The man was not angry because of Watson's ignorance, but continued to speak grimly: "In your future for a long, long time, you will suffer unimaginable pain, because you are the first person in the history of Saints. For those who dare to actually kill the servant of God, all temples will find the most professional and cruel executioners in the entire empire for you, and prepare the best medical team for you.

You will spend one year, two years, ten years in pain. I guess I will slowly die of old age, but you are still alive.

The process of your torture will be completely recorded for the followers of the Holy Light to watch, including, of course, your relatives and friends, to remind the world that the Holy Light cannot be offended.

It's a pity that you have no offspring, otherwise we can train him to grow up and teach him more cruel ways to torture you.

You will keep screaming and wailing in the hands of your biological son. "

This servant of God spoke extremely cruel words in a plain tone through the bars.

However, these words were a little funny to Watson's ears, because he knew clearly that the best executioner in the world was actually himself, and the best medical team was under Miss Nightingale's team. Under the leadership, no matter what, what this servant of God said cannot be fulfilled, which is really embarrassing.

And at this moment, suddenly, there seemed to be a little commotion in the distance of the camp.

The servant of God frowned, and then looked in the direction of the commotion, but within just a few seconds, a burst of unexplained exclamations seemed to suddenly burst out from the other direction, and then the third and fourth places. , anyway, the commotion broke out in all directions inexplicably.

In the camp, people began to wonder, and then ran around, running towards the scene of the commotion to find out what happened.

In a barracks, a phone rang suddenly, and Major General Ulysses frowned and answered the phone.

Then his mouth opened slightly, and the cigarette in his mouth fell on his hand, burning a small black spot on a callus on his hand, but he remained motionless, standing in place like a statue.

Over the Gate of Hell, the unique communicators between the reconnaissance airships sounded piercing alarms. The staff on the airship connected the communication devices, and then heard someone inside, who sounded like a dead mother, using a very sharp voice. Shouting:

"15 degrees west of true north!"

"15 degrees west of true north!!!"

Some people were frightened by the terrifying voice, and thought it was another terrible event like another volcano rising from the ground. They quickly adjusted the telescope with the highest magnification in that direction.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a scene more terrifying than a volcanic eruption.

Around the huge dark crack, the originally quiet demonic tide suddenly started to move.

In fact, it shouldn't be said to be moving, but rather to be said to be boiling, as if at the bottom of a vast ocean, a large pot suddenly appeared, constantly cooking the seawater composed of countless demons.

And in the middle of the boiling sea, something was moving at high speed.

what is that?

The huge telescope is trying hard to find that thing, but that thing is too fast, and there are too many boiling demons. More and more patrol airships are approaching, trying hard to keep up with the speed of that weird thing. .

Finally, someone saw it.

But he couldn't believe it, and just stared at the picture in the eyepiece blankly, until a soldier next to him patted him hard, and he suddenly regained consciousness as if he had woken up from a dream, and then he was filled with excitement that he didn't know he had. Still yelled in a frightened voice.

"Someone!!!"

"There is someone in the center of the demon tide!!!"

Of course, there can be no one in the center of the demon tide, especially in front of the gate of hell, in the densest and most dangerous demon ocean, where no human being can survive.

In fact, there is no way humans can ever get there.

It's impossible for someone to fall out of the Gate of Hell and hit him right in the middle of the demonic wave.

In general, this is a joke.

But looking at the human figure in the eyepiece and the red shadow running away quickly, it was impossible for anyone to laugh.

For more than a year, a name has appeared countless times in newspapers, radio, and expedition speakers.

And on the front line, that person's name is already known to everyone.

But, he is already dead! ! !

Finally, under the diligent pursuit of an extremely professional scout, he finally saw the face of the man who was desperately running away.

Thin, pale, unshaven, with a face covered in blood.

The man was roaring, cursing, and urging, with an angry look on his face, as if he was quarreling with someone.

The scout's head was buzzing, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, but he still restrained his incredible emotions with great strength:

"Report to all military districts, notify the front-line military committee, and connect General Patton's special line."

"I saw Mr. Holmes!!"

(End of this chapter)